Midnight ramblings

 

 

 

Paper,

can it keep me safe,

wrap me like a package kept

precious?

What will keep me

if not this dust?

 

We are fading fast

going nowhere

on a long, long journey,

scribbling records of our time here,

no time here...

And what will I take to remind me,

the wind carrying memories away,

and washing the dust off my feet?

I lick the taste from my lips and try to remember

a time when I was not here.

 

There are books that I’ve written.

I’ve dreamt of them,

eerily knowing I should remember them all,

but never will.

And the television blares, love is all that there is,

screaming we have all the time in the world-

fade to black.

 

I should sleep,

but someone is always tapping me on the shoulder,

Don’t you know what you’re about?

My business is waiting.

You aren’t yourself these days.

You’re getting older and it’s fading.

 

I can’t stop wondering

when you will get up and look in the mirror

and get it one day.

I’ve been screaming such a long time now.

How many lifetimes

just sleeping?...

 

soft and sweet and dripping

promises.

Reviews

[M. Andre Vancrown]

I think this describes what I have always known as feeling "unsettled." It's not something you can pin down to any one particular thing. It's just there, hovering, haunting, like something you can't see or hear or reason with has just tilted the earth on some invisible axis only you can sense. There should be some way to fix it but . . . well, how can you fix a thing when you aren't even certain what it is? There's a sense of urgency but nothing to do. A sense of impending nothingness. The clock doesn't even tick anymore because it's digital but something inside you hears it shattering like glass.

We should be allowed more time. Or be assured that something we've done will remain, some tiny piece of consciousness passed on. Shared with those who come after . . . but after what?

And why does any of it matter?

[J.P. Bristow]

"I�ve been screaming such a long time now
how many lifetimes
just sleeping"

these three lines really spoke to me........insanely good!!

[Gone]

This is very pleasing :) Quite a wonderful poem. "soft and sweet and dripping promises" how beautiful is that!